Sun gleams in, hear the magpie sing for sorrow, it makes things better Maybe we’ll get to spread our wings tomorrow, if luck will let us Can anyone fly into these grey skies, ‘cause there’s somewhere I’m meant to be Sea fog comes like a river rolls a stone when it’s rolling me
I missed my turn, in the dark I hear your voice, it makes things easy I’ve strayed too far from the road, wish it could always make things easy And I won’t fight through the rising tide, if that’s the way it has to be Sea fog comes like a river rolls a stone when it’s rolling me Sea fog comes like a river rolls a stone when it’s rolling me